3 Questions to Help Christian Moms Thrive This Summer

“Mommy, this was the best day ever,” my 8-year old daughter announced in between bites of frozen custard. It was our very first day of summer break, and we were making the most of it. After an impromptu playdate at the park with two of my best friends and their flock of 5, we headed…

Trading Silver Moments for God’s Sacred Gold | By Gleniece Lytle

There are many things we do, as moms, to keep our homes running smoothly and our families fed, clean, and content. That is part of what gives us joy and purpose. But what mom doesn’t crave those quiet, uninterrupted moments? Those chocolate-melting-in-your-mouth-with-your-eyes-closed moments.  Those precious moments between “Mom, I can’t find my hairbrush!”, “Mom, I’m…

One Daughter’s Yellowbrick Journey Back Home

Do you remember what Glinda the Good said to Dorothy at the end of Wizard of Oz? Dorothy was begging Glinda to help her get back home and Glinda’s reply was, “You don’t need to be helped any longer. You’ve always had the power to get back to Kansas.” At this point, Scarecrow chimes in…

What is the P-R-I-C-E? 5 Questions To Help You Make Wise Financial Decisions

I’m not quite sure when I fell in love with my husband. It took forever, yet happened in the blink of an eye. Or something like that. We had been good friends for about a year before I allowed myself to consider the possibility of there being something more between us. But once we started to…

How to Pray the UNcomplicated Way

Why do humans complicate things so? Take babies, for example. They truly are the simplest of creatures. Eat. Sleep. Poop. REPEAT. That’s all they do! Yet I’ll never forget all the “must-have” gadgets cluttering my exceedingly small nursery when my first child arrived. Boppies, Diaper Pails, Bouncers, 1,286 Onesies, Baby Shoes (why?), a Bumbo Seat……

Beauty for Ashes: How God Redeemed My Mother-Daughter Story

I press the button to end our call and brace myself for the tsunami of emotions that rush over me after a tense conversation with my mom. Disappointment. Sadness. Regret. Hopelessness. I had prepared the words beforehand; rehearsed them over and over in my mind. But I must have said something wrong. Her parting words were still…